Clifton knew that his time had come. With a great bound, he leaped through the splinters of the ruined door and into the storage facility. There it was. In the corner of the room sat a lone computer. Morphing back into his masculine form, he began what the heavens above had put on this earth to do. With the mighty might of a mastodon, he began to fly through the security features. With a final keystroke, the deed was done. One of the many satellites hovering above them was dislodged from it's orbit. It began to fall to them. A vessel to take them away.
It crashed with an obscene thud outside, causing mass destruction to the other storage facilities. Still, Clifton knew he could get it back into the sky. "If you don't feel like getting shot to death, I'd suggest mounting up," announced Clifton has he began climbing onto the fallen satellite.